Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.